“It is very fine. It is more like me than the other picture. But I suppose the long hair is only put in to please you?”
“Not at all. Italian nuns are allowed to wear their hair as long as they please, provided they do not shew it.
“We have the same privilege. Our hair is cut once, and then we may let it grow as long as we like.”
“Then you have long hair?”
“As long as in the picture; but you would not like my hair as it is black.”
“Why, black is my favourite colour. In the name of God, let me see it.”
“You ask me in God’s name to commit a sin; I shall incur another excommunication, but I cannot refuse you anything. You shall see my hair after supper, as I don’t want to scandalize the countrywoman.”
“You are right; I think you are the sweetest of your sex. I shall die of grief when you leave this cottage to return to your sad prison.”
“I must indeed return and do penance for my sins.”
“I hope you have the wit to laugh at the abbess’s silly excommunications?”